Being that I am an English major and have thus become a person who hates writing when unnecessary, I will probably not update this often. Unless, perhaps, I feel that bitter pang of emptiness and longing, or, better yet--nostalgia. Lately I’ve been nostalgic over that wondrous time of the year, when school is out, and old friends are in town, before the woes of the next semester’s papers, and leavings, and general sadness overwhelm me into a state of oblivion that I’m just really not capable of handling without some sort of late night phone calls or booze or filmic remedy. You know, winter. Photographic evidence of winters passed has proven that I have had a few, if not more, enjoyable winters. BEHOLD these ancient relics!